Last Chance

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And again stuff in your drawer
Cardboard box and talks
And sadly out the door.
Seemed right
Many Friday nights
Part of the fun
And a rebel’s run.
Dismiss the shame.
But doors are closed
Drugs by your name.
You curse the sky
And wonder why
I seem so far.
Once teenage pain
A home insane
Made what you are.
But too uncool
That I should rule
Your thoughts and ways.
Child I was there
And full of care
Those furtive days.
I still arrive
In sunrise hues
With new and free.
A Father true
And courting you
Come close to me.